“Attempt what is not certain. Certainty may or may not come later.”

~ Richard Diebenkorn ~

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“One doesn’t arrive… by necessarily knowing where one is going… In every work of art something appears that does not previously exist, and so, by default, you work from what you know to what you don’t know.”

~Ann Hamilton~

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such an extraordinary moment we are in with our whole island home on pregnant pause,in the liminal space of a mutation cycle, a transformative collective initiation calling us into true reality where everything is uncertain and unknown and it’s still the moon of april, national poetry month, so i offer a posting so in sync with where we are now… some of the great Polish poet’s, Wislawa Szymborska, acceptance speech when she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1996…

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“the poetics of not knowing

Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists generally. There is, has been, and will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It’s made up of all those who’ve consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. It may include doctors, teachers, gardeners — and I could list a hundred more professions. Their work becomes one continuous adventure as long as they manage to keep discovering new challenges in it. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.”

…I value that little phrase “I don’t know” so highly. It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings. It expands our lives to include the spaces within us as well as those outer expanses in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended. If Isaac Newton had never said to himself “I don’t know,” the apples in his little orchard might have dropped to the ground like hailstones and at best he would have stooped to pick them up and gobble them with gusto. Had my compatriot Marie Sklodowska-Curie never said to herself “I don’t know”, she probably would have wound up teaching chemistry at some private high school for young ladies from good families, and would have ended her days performing this otherwise perfectly respectable job. But she kept on saying “I don’t know,” and these words led her, not just once but twice, to Stockholm, where restless, questing spirits are occasionally rewarded with the Nobel Prize…”

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yes, may we earthlings consciously choose to follow the sacred calling of this moment to enter the inner wilderness of transformative imagination, of not knowing, of wondering for it is the surrender to not knowing that seeds our co-creation of a sustainable universe where all relatives flourish… strength and courage, beloveds!

are you feeling called now more emphatically than ever to go and do the heart work? as we witness and listen to thousands and thousands of beings across the planet rise in concert with Venus to be and do the heart work of facing into shadow material and proclaiming enough is enough with racism, violence and dehumanization or better, deanimisation, as we want to include all beings; these triplets of the dying dominance worldview giving way more and more to real-eye-sing unity, peace and interconnection…

for a moment, i want to move from the macrocosm to this microcosm honoring the quintessential days, the last five days of five years ago, the anniversary of the dogstar, the blue star rupturing open my physical eye awakening  seeing predominantly with the spirit eye…

today, i’m called to contemplate the old story of there’s a spirit in everything, a genius, a divine spark that we are all called to re-member so Rilke’s words quoted in the image arise organically as do Michelangelo’s:

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

and even more emphatically when he says…

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

aren’t these words all an excellent instruction manual on doing the heart work of aligning with great spirit, rainbow mystery, the one heart, creative process, authenticity?…

yes, listen, listen, listen ever more deeply to our heartsong… release the spirit of the wise pilgrim navigating the journey, the genie always within every bottle/body… and then, may we all proclaim, free at last, free at last, free to…

walk in beauty on the path today

breathe it in and be carried away

by whispering winds demanding their say:

behold the wonder of each moment this day…

You have no need to travel anywhere – journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.

~ Rumi ~

the more deeply i dwell in the eternal present moment continuously chanting make me an instrument of peace and a chorus of thank yous and welcomes and the more wholeheartedly i surrender to love and being loving presence in every moment, the more i am taken to places i could not imagine, to ultima thule, the great beyond within our one cosmic body… today, on this second day of the stargate portal as i look back over 362 days of tripping to unplanned places, i’m in awe of the beauty of unfolding mystery we see as we are pulled by the pathless path of the heart…

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~

today is Lhabab Duchen, or Festival of the Descent from Heaven, one of the four Buddhist festivals celebrating major events in the life of the Buddha… Lhabab Duchen  commemorates the day that Buddha returned to our world after a period of teaching in the higher realms following his enlightenment and is traditionally a joyful holiday imbued with celebration and rejoicing at one’s great fortune when  auspicious activities are multiplied many times on this day…

so, let us wander, saunter, enter the holy inner ground of deep being, vast groundless sky of timeless spaciousness…

wandering is meditation with no beginning or ending, always new adventuring deeper into great mystery…

“A true vocation requires shedding anything that would impede or obscure the call. A true pilgrimage requires letting go of the very things most people try to hold onto. In seeking after what the soul desires we become pilgrims with no home but the path the soul would have us follow.”
~ Michael Meade ~

every day there are so many things i want to converse with you about, so many tragedies breaking our hearts so let’s begin with conspiring, breathing in together and open to the wellspring of love we are sending that out into the field of interbeing for all the trillions of wild cells in the one body we are…

we are approaching the waxing half moon and sill i feel  so strongly the call to plant seeds of intention to align with the master sculpting force that chisels away the stone of illusion and expectation releasing the spirit held within to take flight and dive ever deeper into the peace passing all understanding, the peace found in the center of the medicine wheel…

i was to have landed in Roma today to begin  a pilgrimage of peace along the Camino of St Francis, a journey i have spent so much  energy attending to and intending…. this vocation, this calling is taking a different form leading me to follow Rumi’s dictum to journey within…

yes, we can all be instruments of peace, holy vessels of compassion in every moment and with every breath wherever we are… so, i’d love your joining me in seeing through eyes of wonder as we wander wholeheartedly into the world being birthed in this moment… the world of peace built on justice guided by love humming to the frequency of harmony with beauty before us, behind us, below us, above us, surrounding us within us…

and so it is, blessed be!

namaste’

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.

~ Rumi ~

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may we travel lightly with

more and more love

and more and more surrender

more and more love

and more and more surrender

more and more love

and more and more surrender

into the vast spaciousness of love

into the eternal chorus of the celestial realms with angelic beings re-joy-sing to earth beings below,

into the silent whispers of the stone peoples,

into the coyotes howling to the waxing moon,

into the twinkling eyes of children,

into your beloved’s hand holding yours promising never to forsake you,

into the smile of a stranger who is now a friend,

into the good, the true the beautiful, all that we can witness all over the planet in every moment through the eyes of love,

into the sweet nectar of love…

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may we celebrate the collective dream of peace coming alive this moment…

blessed be!

walking the rainbow trail today

being the center in a sacred way

weaving a radiant web of love

encircling earth below and sky above

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it is the 22nd and 22 is the number of grace and may is the moon of miracles, a sacred space of re-membering who we are… as wanderers of wonder, weavers of rainbow joy, let us wave our rainbow wands over all our relations gifting all with openhearted, trusting wonder…

“A child’ s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout their life.”

~ Rachael Carson ~

today i spend walking in the woods with Mary Oliver contemplating and conversing on what we’ll do with our wild and precious lives… yesterday, i heard whispers from the invisible realms that Mary had died and today the air waves confirm it to be true… so i walk with Mary who shares the cosmic question…

“Who made the world?
 / Who made the swan, and the black bear? / 
Who made the grasshopper?
 / This grasshopper, I mean— / 
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
 / the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
 / who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— / who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
 / Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
 / Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
 / I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. / 
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down / 
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
 / how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
 / which is what I have been doing all day.
 / Tell me, what else should I have done?
 / doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
 / Tell me, what is it you plan to do
 / with your one wild and precious life?”

Mary goes on to answer by saying…

“And I say to my heart:

Rave on.”

and

“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it”

in her much loved, Wild Geese, she is the words above and the words below telling about her life all the while supporting and comforting us as we walk home with her…

“You do not have to be good. / You do not have to walk on your knees / for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. / You only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves. / Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. / Meanwhile the world goes on. / Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain / are moving across the landscapes, / over the prairies and the deep trees, / the mountains and the rivers. / Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, / are heading home again. / Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, / the world offers itself to your imagination, / calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— / over and over announcing your place / in the family of things.”

let us close with Mary’s closing words…

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and

real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

thank you, Mary, beloved sherpa of the natural world for devotedly sharing your wanderings in wonder…

“We need the tonic of wildness—

To wade sometimes in the meadows where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe;

To smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.

At the same time we are earnest to explore and learn, we require that all things be mysterious unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.

We can never have enough of nature,

We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features: The sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and decaying trees, the thunder cloud, the rain that lasts three weeks and produces freshets.

We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.”

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden.

today’s pilgrimage, today’s wandering in wonder opens into so many wild and precious moments of inscendence, of burrowing into the soul, of taking full advantage of the dreaming moon of journeying january to ground in the earth and listen deeply for her soul song echoing heaven’s spirit song of how soul will be unfolding in this new turn around the sun…

may we all be gentle with ourselves and each other as we deepen into a spaciousness of silence, a consciousness of generosity, of the wisdom of the heart giving us the strength to awaken the dreamer and be the ones we have been waiting for, all our relations one unbroken field of rainbow pillars of light…

hallelujah! ha ha, hey hey, it’s dolphin day!!

from the moment we climbed aboard the boat right at the dock, the dolphins were out in full force to greet and welcome us so very soon we joined our relatives in the ocean and swam and swam with pod after pod…

such an electric energy field…. enthusiastic, exuberant, ecstatic….

there wasn’t a moment when i was not encircled by dolphin who received so much of our collective pain and suffering quickly transmuting to laughter and joy… and love, so much love…

leading us in a session of laughter yoga, weended our sublime communion with singing, you are my sunshine…